Aug. 24th, 2010 at 10:11 PM
A loud groaning, wheezing noise is heard in the cafe and a familiar blue box slowly materializes near the back of the cafe.
As the doors to the blue police box open a bright and bubbly blond practically dances out. Looking back to the interior of the box she calls out. "I'll go ahead and place our orders while you try to get Martha to come out."
A muffled voice from inside the box is heard but too muddled for anyone but the blond to hear.
"It wasn't my fault! You spilled the bottle on her not me!"
More muffled sounds from inside the box.
"Okay, I admit if I hadn't have bought the stuff it wouldn't have been there for you to knock over! Tell her I'm sorry and see if you can convince her to come out."
As Harley turns to find a table she mutters to herself. "It is so not my fault!"
As the doors to the blue police box open a bright and bubbly blond practically dances out. Looking back to the interior of the box she calls out. "I'll go ahead and place our orders while you try to get Martha to come out."
A muffled voice from inside the box is heard but too muddled for anyone but the blond to hear.
"It wasn't my fault! You spilled the bottle on her not me!"
More muffled sounds from inside the box.
"Okay, I admit if I hadn't have bought the stuff it wouldn't have been there for you to knock over! Tell her I'm sorry and see if you can convince her to come out."
As Harley turns to find a table she mutters to herself. "It is so not my fault!"